Beloved

I vanish again tonight,
seeking peace in a sluggish world
where selfish vision
clouds our view.

Almost lost, often confused
by this senseless way,
I reach for the hand
of your spirit self;
sturdy and strong
as if the eclipse of many lives
never separated us.

I want to somehow remember
that this game of time
never taught us anything
but to pretend to say goodbye. . .
nothing less than
a slit to the wrists;
a dagger sharp
and full of suffering.

 I spread my darkest wings
in this sky of longing
and search the tides and moonlight
for the stars to guide my way
back to the arms
of the beloved
and all the ways
we know love.